Past the point

Sometimes
it is hard
to remain a slave
when one becomes
painfully aware
of the things
that should not be
and yet mindful
of what other people
think
if you speak
subconsciously scared
of being belittled
within the herd
of the social media scene

So you hide
within the herd
of weak shallow
words
 wearing your mask
that doesn't quite fit
and sometimes
when you quietly look
deep within your eyes
without a conscious thought
it slips
dreading the day
when it slips
past the point
of no return